Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Writing Poetry

The sidebar was never one for poetry.

not sure where it's coming from. If nothing else, it gets to the heart of the matter. I've got some meat to work with. Cocoa in Brown in Redwood I didn't want to see you that way Tho, with your dark, cocoa skin And crisp brown suit, You were so handsome More intimate than if You were naked Because I was there And you were not I cried as I tried not to look at your abandoned shell Your left hand was shriveled Thumbs, too But they put it on top Would have pissed you off Strange to see Hands that hurt me so badly So small, so still, so weak : : : Reflections of You Distracted by your reflection I wander into the mist once more My own face grows obscure there I struggle to define it glasses one day, lipstick the next Long, lean, pale youth dark hair and heavy-frames contrast Love boys in spectacles Unrequited reality burns off the haze We may never see ourselves again city of mirrors shattered : : : I've also revised and renamed Curious Yella, solidifying the triangle and also changed the focus. I'll take it as it comes, like the gift it is. [Next entry: "Displacing my Emotions"] [Index] [archives] [bio] [Wish List]